The quite peacefulness of being completely alone and undisturbed in the apartment was just broken by a gaggle of Bro-Dudes gallivanting along towards the creepster, hole-in-the-wall bar down the street. Perfect time as ever to do some writing, I think.
But about what. There really isn't much to say, other than the fact, and yes indeed, FACT that I fucking hate Somerville. And I really am my Father's Daughter, I do let my angry feelings get the best of me.
I was always told that 'hate' is a strong word, and to never, ever use it. Alas, this time I cannot heed my elders' warning and thus I proclaim my deep, passioned hatred of this God-forsaken place. Why? No particular reason for hating the location or appearance of Somerville. In truth, I do love to see an Indian pow-wow in Davis Square when I'm on my return here. It's quality imagery. But, what I hate, loathe, despise, et cetera about Somerville are the majority of people that live here.
Besides the businessmen that elbow me en route to work, or the glitter lipstick woman that, apparently, has the ability to go through a Wrinkle in Time and know me; to the point where she showed up one day while I was waiting for the bus to greet me with " Hi, Eve. It's been so long, you look so different" although it was first contact with her, it is a special ensemble of players in the 'Ville who have taken hold of my wrathful attention.
I suppose, in their own words, they hate me; for what reason I do not know. However, they do. And hence, their demonic ( that IS going to far) presence, constantly, in my life.
Slowly it appeared to me, that this crew was beginning to mind fuck me every waking moment. Slowly, but surely. Bullshit here, Gossip mongering there, it could be said. And not even good gossip, which is the very pits! Fucking, I have a lot of different facets to my personality, I thought they'd be more creative than saying I was a stupid bitch. That's so...Peaches Geldof. Srsly.
Anyways, I hate them for living in my new Golden City. For making me feel that I do not belong where I am because they are so filled with genius and truth, that they MUST, MUST be right.
Well, They, You aren't. They ( how childish of me to do this, no?) are hypocrites ( ah, but then who isn't?- Not me) who eat my bargain food. So, while this time, you did Ignite me, Satan; I've been known to drive people to the brink of sanity, throw lollipops at my head, have a backpack throwing tantrum in public, and scream " FAT CUNTS" in my direction. So, I will bide my time, wearing the latest fashions, reading Art Criticism and allowing myself to become Sylvia, and planning my escape from they're clinging grasp of idiocy.
Thanks to David Devant and his Spirit Wife, and the Slovak/ Irish stoicism.
This is all complete nonsense spewing forth from my Brain, to my Temple, to my Fingers, to this nether space.
About Me
- Eve
- Somerville, Massachusetts, United States
- I have a tendency to end up in very odd, surreal situations; either with my friends or replaying the events to them as they laugh at the eccentricities of my life. I class it up with dresses and pearls quite a bit, even though some days I only go as far as the convenience store. But hey, those people need some happiness in their lives-so that's when I show up. I used to sit in a graveyard all day and draw pictures of the flowers and headstones there. I'm a writer, in the vein of Plath, Wilde and Kesey.I'm everyone's Grandma, too. It's a sweet, sweet bitch of a life I live. And while my photo is an accurate representation of my instability and madness, I usually don't wear both stripes and a checked fur hat. But the facial expression is almost a constant.